"I guess that makes sense. Though I'm technically a shapeshifter, but my food's not coming out on a turkey platter."
The woman working the counter brought the two their drinks, and apologized that it would be a little while before they were ready, but Victor reassured her that they were fine. He cracked the cap off of
his bottle and took a swig.
"Does it ever get tiring, or annoying? People asking you about the future? Well,
a future I guess...."